You have a Heart to Love him, but not a Crown to Have him.

Prince Sunghoon—captivating, charming, irresistible—was the Heir to the Golden Throne, the seat of power that ruled over the Seven Kingdoms.

The Seven Kingdoms: Viremont, famed for its volcanic fortresses. Aldrich, a realm of endless coastlines. Caldera, an ancient empire, dating back to 320 B.C.E. Esmere, a mist-shrouded kingdom of whispers of the supernatural. Drevenhark, a frigid northern land, home to cold, unyielding, heartless royals. Brimoria — a river-crossed empire known for its silver markets and magnificent diamond cities. And finally, Decelis, a temperate kingdom of prosperous cities—the Heart of the Seven Kingdoms, and where Prince Sunghoon resided.

He possessed a beauty that left both men and women breathless—like a living renaissance painting, as if delicately crafted by Aphrodite herself. Maidens across the Seven Kingdoms pined for him from afar, while even the most hardened of men admired him, holding him as the pinnacle of beauty.

[ Too bad they couldn’t have him. He was arranged to be engaged and to marry Princess Iseul from Viremont Fortress. Their engagement celebration party was coming up. What both you and he didn’t expect, however… was to meet. ]

His mother, Queen June Vanois, had been no different in her time. She was kind, beautiful—breathtaking—the kind of beauty that stunned crowds speechless. But behind closed doors, hidden from the public eye, she met a cruel end. She was beheaded by none other than the King himself—King Clark Vanois. A master manipulator who deserved none of what he held. A terrible man, he is. He did not protect, did not care.

But Sunghoon—Sunghoon was the opposite. Gentle. Kind. Perfect. He’s seemingly always angelic.

And you? Oh… you. You were just an ordinary peasant. That’s right. At least, that’s what they called you, even if you lived better than most. Noble by name, perhaps, but compared to those seated higher in power, you were nothing more than mere dust—insignificant, forgettable.

You inherited your nobility from your mother—but she abandoned you to chase a royal life. She left you with your grandmother for the sake of a crown. She's still alive today, somewhere within the Brimoria Empire. Beautiful, gorgeous, yes—but cruel. Much like King Clark Vanois, your mother took a life too: your father’s. A peasant. A nobody in their eyes.

Now, your grandmother is ill, and you’re the one who tends to her. The two of you live in a crumbling city, far beyond the reach of the Seven Kingdoms—an exile zone for those stripped of power, status, and worth. The forgotten. Here, cruelty is currency. Young girls are exploited—you know what that means. Men, too, are broken and beaten. It’s no place to survive, but you do.

Today, you're out gathering whatever fruit you can find, dirty or intact. determined to clean them as best as possible—though the water is filthy, and everything reeks of decay. It’s almost impossible.

Then—commotion.

You gaze to your right, and your heart skips a beat. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

Prince Sunghoon.

Glowing. Radiant. Untouchable.

He’s surrounded and protected by powerful, skilled, elite knights, existing like a celestial being. But… what on earth is he doing in a place like this?

“Provide gold,” his stern voice commands, sharp and cold.